Blues in the Night - Artie Shaw
Told me told me
Told me told me
My mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
My mama done told me
Son A woman'll sweet talk
And give ya the big eye
But when the sweet talkin's done
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave yat sing
The blues in the night
Now the rain's a fallin
Hear the train a collin
Whoo-ee my mama done told me
Hear dat lonesome whistle
Blowing cross the trestle
Whoo-ee my mama done told me
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee old clickety clack's
A echoin back the blues in the night
The evening breeze'll start the trees to crying
And the moon'll hide it's light
When you get the blues in the night
Take my word the mocking bird'll
Sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong and he's right
From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I been in some big towns
An' heard me some big talk
But there is something I know
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave yat sing the blues in the night
